The Bard

How easy it was he remembered to fall in love, so many years ago. How fast time has gone by, he thought to himself. It seems like it was only yesterday.

But like other living creatures, they too have grown old. Still he looks at her as if she were still young. His love for her may not be the raging fire from their youth, but the embers of that very fire are still glowing brightly.

He sits here is his big chair looking out the window, while she sits across the room knitting a gift for a great-grandchild. He slowly got up and walked over to the window as thoughts and memories of their life together drifted through his mind, as if they were on the wings of a great eagle soaring through time.

When he turned back to look at her they exchanged a smile between them. As a silent “I love you” crossed their lips. Their bond of love was so strong. They did not have to speak the words to know each other’s feelings.

Slowly he made his way back to the big chair while in his heart a prayer of thankfulness filled his heart and his mind. He was moved to reach over and gently touch her face with his fingertips. Then telling her in his broken voice, filled with emotion, just how much she meant to him and how much he loved her from the very moment they met, and even more as the years have gone slowly by.

His eyes brimmed with tears as he spoke to her from his heart, if not from his very soul. She looked deep into his eyes and said, “I love you too. For you are my life, then, now and always, just as you have always been. If I had forever, it would be spent with you.”

Her tears joined his as he helped her to her feet and held her in his arms. She spoke gently to him asking if he was OK and holding him softly, while wiping his tears away with a tissue she had in her hand.

After a few moments he helped her back to her chair, then he walked across the room and sat back down. All the while he was watching her and she was watching him. The feeling of intense love they had for each other had grown even stronger.

After a few more moments he got up and put another log into the wood stove. Then he looked at her one more time as he called the dog to join him and they went outside to the woodpile to bring another arm load of logs.

Thinking that a moment of love like that was meant to be shared.